The Wicket Keeper
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Last published Fri, Mar 24, 2017
Therešo was just a journalist trying to score an interview from one of the best wicket keeper in the world but the man was avoiding her like a plaque.
What's even more interesting is the said wicket keeper isn't playing the cat and mouse game with other journalists.
Why is the said Mr wicket keeper giving Therešo a hard time, after all its just an interview?
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